User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/The Wrath of Gormad Tunn/@comment-25220117-20130808131316/@comment-25220117-20130901160636

The ferret raises his stick, as if about to lay Cutthroat out senseless, then thinks better of it, glaring daggers at the rat "Then yer better go an' fetch fishing gear, rat-Cuz if'n I don't find yew draggin' a nice sack o' vittles along, it'll be yore splintered knee you'll be draggin'! Now move it!" ''Feeling he had his point across, Skaup left his inferior to go berate a couple stoats nearby. Dervy slunk slowly over, massaging his paw'' "Nuthin' like the Soldier's Life, is there?"